Lucretia wasn't so sure about this. A mixer/open house of all things in the Reaper dorm was bound to not go over well. A reaper's space was supposed to be private. Their place to stay away from the judging eyes and prejudices. It was tiring to go out all day and wear a brave face for the other boils and ghouls. Reaper Dorms were a safe haven. You could come back and be yourself. Tonight, though, that was going to be postponed.

Lucretia reminded herself that the best chance to become a famous and amazing reaper reporter was to be out and about. Every needed to know your name and face. So she waited patiently in the commons area of the dorm. Other students were bustling around, putting out treats and favors. Valkyries were flying to the arched ceilings to hang cobweb banners. The dorm mother, a particularly old looking reaper smiled at their efforts.

Being seen did not mean lending help. Instead, the reaper snapped her fingers and summoned Philomena. Shuffling it a few times, she turned the first card over. Wheel of Fortune? That was surprising. Maybe tonight would be interesting after all.

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